And just as I was climbing into that first-class seat, and wrapping myself in a blanket, just as I was adjusting my pillow behind my head, and having a sip of that champagne, and just as I was bringing down and adjusting my Thai purple sleep mask, I had an inkling. I had a flash. I suddenly thought I knew what it was that had killed Marilyn Monroe.
If you're a horse in a race, if you don't have blinkers on, and you turn your head and look at the audience, you're just going to trip up and fall. So I tried to never get intimidated by McCarthy's legacy, and I tried to ignore.